Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 9th.

The clock is 01:00 p.m. However, Salsa was still at home sitting on the living room sofa with the television on. The round eyes of the woman stared at the screen of her mobile phone, it had been more than a month he was in Jakarta but had not sent his first salary to Tuti, his mother.

"Huffa..." Salsa breathed a long breath. He put his cell phone on the table by the couch. His eyes turned to look at the television. His thin hands reached for the snacks on the table.

A mouthful of ciki entered his mouth. Just now he felt calm after a feeling of sadness hit his mind because he missed his hometown, now he was surprised when he heard the sound of the apartment door that He occupied open. The woman immediately got up from her seat and stepped slowly towards the exit that had a bulkhead with the living room. At this time his feelings are anxious, it could be, right, there are bad people forcing their way into here.

"Eh..."

Salsa's body pegged for a second, finding Rafka's figure who was already in the apartment. The man closed the door and turned around.

"You haven't slept?" asked Rafka who looked surprised by the existence of Salsa who was now standing in front of him.

"I'm not sleepy yet, sir," replied Salsa, looking up at her husband who was taller than her.

"Why wear clothes like that?" Rafka stared at Salsa from top to bottom.

The woman was wearing a short-sleeved white T-shirt and pop pants that showed her exposed thighs.

"Sorry sir, I don't think you're going here." Salsa tightened her thighs and covered them with both hands even though it was futile.

"Other times be careful to dress like that especially if I am not in this apartment," he recalled along with a thin smile.

Rafka stepped into the kitchen followed by Salsa who could not be seen the figure. The masculine scent swept through his sense of smell. A fragrant aroma that indulges his sense of smell and provides calmness. There is a sense of pleasure that rises in the mind of Salsa because of the arrival of Rafka.

"What did you bring?" salsa asked to see Rafka who pulled out something in the chocolate papper bag she was carrying.

"I bought you special food and milk for pregnant women. Yesterday I forgot to buy this milk for you." Rafka's showing a big box of vanilla-flavored milk." This is great for pregnant women who need calcium."

Salsa looked at the milk and turned to look at Rafka, more precisely looking at the handsome face of the man.

"Thank you, sir."

"How are you doing today?"

"Good, sir."

"Good then."

"Can I work again, sir? Honestly, I'm tired of being in this apartment." The words that Salsa uttered made Rafka look at the wife.

"You bored?" tanya Rafka repeated Salsa's earlier remark.

The woman nodded quickly. Rafka stared fixedly at the wife who directly lowered her head.

"All right."

Salsa's smile widened at Rafka's approval. At least he can raise money to send to mom and dad.

Salsa gawked and widened her eyes.

"Bu-open that's what I mean," Salsa argued.

"Then what do you want? Working on cleaning service again? I won't allow it!" she left Salsa in the kitchen.

The woman immediately followed Rafka who stepped towards the room. Salsa seemed to run after the husband so small that his legs were accidentally blocked by the table and almost fell to the floor when Rafka did not see and did not immediately catch the tiny body that could have been dangerous in womb.

"You're so careless!" her sarcophagus was carrying Salsa to the room.

"Down me, put it down" Salsa's pinta wriggled in Rafka's sling. The woman seemed to be trying to get down from her husband's sling, but Rafka was getting closer and closer to the tiny body that gave off the fragrant aroma of sakura.

Rafka immediately dropped Salsa's body slowly on a soft mattress. Now, the position of the two seemed very intimate. The man supported the wife below him. I don't know what Rafka thought to support the woman. However, the look in Rafka's eyes implied something difficult to decipher.

While Salsa was regulating her breathing, let alone positioning the two of them like this. The shadow of the hot night that they had gone before suddenly flashed through his mind. Suddenly Salsa's face warmed.

"Eh..." Salsa rounded her eyes as the man brought her face closer. Reflex He closed his eyes with a pounding heart craze. A warm sweep of Rafka's breath scented with mint hit the surface of his face.

"It looks like you should shampoo" Rafka chirped as Salsa opened her eyes wide." Your hair smells musty."

The man moved away from Salsa's body. While Salsa was immediately overwhelmed with embarrassment, it was as if she thought Rafka would kiss her.

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A woman fumbles on the bed next to her. Slowly Azkiya opened his eyes. With eyes still soft and not yet fully open Azkiya looked at the mattress beside him that was empty.

"Where is Mas Rafka?" Azkiya. He got up from his bed with a heavy drowsiness.

The woman stepped out of the room. He opened the door to the room next to his. Dark, Rafka's private workspace is empty. Usually her husband is here when he is not in bed.

Azkiya closed the door again. His eyes rolled with a question that came to his mind.

"Where is Rafka's mas?" Azkiya went back into the room, took his cell phone.

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